Song to Life
by Karen A. Freeman
Tears well up behind barriers with in my eyes.
I feel.
For the first time I truly feel life.
Life around me, and life in me, and life in others.
How much desire has been created within me to live?
To exist and observe.
No other can do this.
There is so much I have yet to discover . . .
as if I were just being born now, the beginning?
Perhaps the tears are for the one who has died within me.
Perhaps for some future joy.
A song.
A song so powerful neither words nor music can express.
Life.
Life grows and breathes and . . . joy.
Living is joy.
It is good to live.
